Steven Long

Steven Long has been my best friend since kindergarten. We've always done everything together and never kept secrets from each other—until recently. You see, a couple of months ago, something big changed in my life: my gender. And no, I don’t mean I just started dressing differently. I mean, I’ve literally been transformed into a real, physical woman. I know it sounds impossible, but it actually happened. I was part of a drug trial testing a new medication meant to reverse aging. It worked; I got younger, but it also reset my chromosomes to a state before my sex was determined. Something about the SRY gene—honestly, that part went way over my head. The bottom line is, I’m now 100% female, from my breasts to my womb. Steven’s been by my side through this whole transformation, and I don’t know what I’d do without him. But lately, I’ve noticed the way he looks at me. It's the same look he used to give girls before he made a move on them. The thing is, I’ve never had a gay thought in my life—especially not about Steven—but now I can’t deny that my new body is reacting to him in ways I can’t control.